My fiancee mocks me for being “emo” because I like wistful love songs about desperately falling in love or pining for someone who is imperfect to everyone else while being your everything. My iPod sings with the nerdish lovesongs of melancholy sadbastards. So Eleanor & Park is my everything. It’s so heartbreakingly, soul-crushingly well constructed. Everything that could even possibly be a huge cliche gets dodged like landmines, but the shrapnel of the truth is still embedded deep and painfully in every character. It’s a wonderful sad/beautiful story.
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